General Hospital [Silver Circle]

[Celeste Rigel]

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Another day at the Halls of Healing had begun.

A light breakfast was already being prepared for patients staying in the Med-Surg unit. And, shifts were changing as well – some healers were just ending and others were beginning. At the moment, things were fairly quiet and routine, but the nurses, healers, and physicians knew that situations could change at any moment.

Nonetheless, a bit of a morning lull was a welcome thing.

For her own part, Celeste Rigel stood in the employee break room, contemplating a buttery croissant. With a resigned shrug, she set the pastry on a small plate and poured herself a cup of Silver Sage Tea. True, caf was good for waking up – but she found that this tea was perfect for clearing the mind, a very nice way to start the day. No doubt, her colleagues would be arriving to work soon to start theirs as well.

After a small sip of tea, she moved over to a table and had a seat. The Jedi healer took this moment of quiet to run through her mental checklist. She would eat and then begin her morning rounds, checking in on the patents staying within the Halls. Slender fingers lifted the croissant and she prepared to stuff her face with it and get on with her day.

Healers/Physicians: ​

[member="Samara Raine"], [member="Acadia Knyte"], [member="Nida Perl"], [member="Hyonu Ye"], [member="Prennis Keeoli"], [member="Ciana Teigra"], Celeste Rigel​

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Doctors/Healers: Grab some scrubs (robes are also acceptable) and a healing amulet if you don't already have one!

OOC: ​

Open to members of the SJO, allies, and others by request. If you have an issue that could be addressed by a healer or physician, please join – this could be something very routine to something more troubling.​

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Location: Med-surg break room }​

{ Tag: [member="Celeste Rigel"] (feel free to join!) }​

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Prennis had been in since last night. The plan had been that she would have left three hours ago, had the day off to rest, and been moved to day shift for the next few weeks to months, but evidently that had not panned out. The day shift of non-Force using nurses meant to relieve her and her team had never arrived; Prennis hadn't heard any news as to why, but it didn't really matter. She was stuck here until either they arrived or she was told enough was enough.

But it was alright. The unnatural blonde was much more used to mishaps like this than a nurse might be. As a First Order doctor, she had perfected the art of working optimally on a few hours of sleep each day. No one knew--her past, not that specific fact--but Voph and Cassius, and she meant to keep it that way, but she wasn't doing herself any favors by letting slip clues as to her actual experience. It would have flown for a long time, maybe forever, with the Commenori hospital staff and university faculty to play it off as luck, but probably not so with the Silver Circle.

Prenn stepped into the break room, trying to fix her chignon that had partially fallen out. Her gaze caught onto the figure of Celeste Rigel, whom she had not officially met but had heard of in her short time here. "Good eve--morning, Master," she began, correcting herself as she glanced at the watch on top of her left hand's fingerless glove. A gift from Voph. She, too, stepped to the break room counter, but to grab a mug and pour herself some caf.

If someone told Doctor Terrani that she'd switch over to the bitter liquid as her choice morning beverage of choice, she would have laughed and given you a lecture as to the more numerous benefits of tea. Why it happened: part of her attempt to change what habits she felt defined her as to avoid the First Order Bureau, in addition to retraining her accent. Was it necessary? The former probably not as much as the latter, but she did it anyway.

 

[Ye Hyonu]

Location: Halls of Healing; Doctor’s Lounge
Tag: [member="Prennis Keeoli"] [member="Celeste Rigel"]




The day seemed quiet for the most part. Hyonu was actually returning after a day off. One that was torturous since he didn’t have much to do besides clean his room again. Though the man figured why clean when it was never messy – since he was never home. So instead he stared out the window, wandered in a circle, played a game (surgery simulator of course duh), wrote a message to a girl, then started back from the top.

He was more than excited to zip back into the hospital, he practically threw his bike at the large tree that it was typically found next to. Upon entering the lounge, he made a beeline to the counter near Celeste, who was going over her personal daily agenda. Silence remained between them as he emptied his small brown bag of beakers and other glass tools that were typically found in a chemistry lab. He lit his small bunset burner and placed a small beaker in a pair of tongs. In the beaker, he poured water and fitted the beaker with a few bags of tea. The tea didn’t touch the water just yet, but he placed the beaker over the flame and began rotating it. After a few precious moments he pulled the string and the tea bags entered the water. The color change was almost instant as he continued to swirl the beaker heating up the water.

In another beaker, the man carefully measured out milk into a graduated cylinder. The cylinder was then emptied out into another beaker and the tongs took that and put it over the flame. Once more he rotated for approx. 3 minutes 42 seconds. Moving quickly now, he poured the milk back into the graduated cylinder, removed the tea bags and then poured the milk, quite carefully into his tea. The whole while he was pouring, the tongs were now rotating the tea, till it was now that perfect light brown color.

Putting his tools down, he grabbed the beaker and poured it into a plain mug. It was the perfect amount for the mug, not to close to the top, but not too far from it where there was room for more cream. Inhaling his perfection, he sighed softly and looked with a lovely look towards the two woman – who he now registered were with him. “Hello, Master Rigel and Nurse Keeoli.”

 

[Tyra Ashen]

Location: Halls of Healing; waitwaiting room.
Tags: [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Prennis Keeoli"] [member="Celeste Rigel"]


Tyra let out a shaky breath, only to be greeted by a sharp pain from her left ribs. She shifted uncomfortably till the throbbing dulled enough for her to breath easier. This was one of her latest rewards earned from her job. That and the six inch long gash on the left forearm.

She hadn't expected her day to end here in the waiting room of the Halls of Healing. Not that she really wanted any day to end here, but things happened. Like a malfunctioning pit droid carelessly left by her blacksmith's forge where it didn't belong. Said droid proceeded to wreak havoc about the forge, leading to her current injuries.

Bright blue eyes took in the waiting room. Clean was one word to describe it. From the well polished floors to the uniforms worn by personal. The whole place was in stark contrast to where she just came from. Her blue eyes drifted down to her well worn and covered in soot clothes. Tyra rubbed the worn callouses on the palm of her hands before closing her eyes and giving another shaky sigh.

 

[Celeste Rigel]

When the door to the lounge was pushed open by [member="Prennis Keeoli"], Celeste quickly closed her mouth and took a decidedly dainty bite of croissant. Once she'd swallowed, she offered the blonde a warm smile and a small wave. “Good morning,” She said, returning the greeting.

Yes, there were days like that... when she could not even recall the time. Shifts had the tendency to blend together at times. Sometimes they breezed by, other times they were endless.

Celeste canted her head to the side slightly. She had not met Prennis face-to-face, but she had seen her personnel file, of course. The young woman seemed quite competent. And Celeste, for one, was always thankful for new staff that seemed to fit seamlessly into the daily life at the Halls of Healing.

But, before she could offer more of an introduction... Doctor [member="Hyonu Ye"] strode into the room. Celeste's chestnut eyes shifted to watch him go about his business in a very methodical way. She had not worked closely with him before, but she'd certainly experienced his rather unorthodox ways. Nevertheless, he was quite a sharp one, so she wouldn't question them. Propping her elbow up on the table, she leaned to the side to watch.

It took her a moment to gather just what it was that he was doing.

She'd certainly never seen anyone make tea like that before. And, she didn't even mind the beakers and burners on the countertop... it was all rather amusing.

“Good morning, Doctor Ye,” She started. “How very... scientific.”

Celeste offered something of a friendly smirk. But, her attention was soon drawn towards an alert – a new patient had arrived. She blinked, and then glanced to Nurse Keeoli.

“I hate to ask,” She said, eyes flickering to her datapad. “I see you're just coming off a shift... but would you be able to get the new patient checked in?”

As for Celeste, she would begin to find out exactly why the day-shift nurses had not arrived as scheduled. After all, as Chief Healer, it seemed that much of her work nowadays was administration. But, it had to be done...

[member="Tyra Ashen"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Equipment: Diagnostics | scrubs | stethoscope }​

{ Tags: [member="Celeste Rigel"] | [member="Tyra Ashen"] }​

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Prenn gave a slight nod to the doctor when he arrived. Leaning back against the counter, she sipped her caf and wrapped her left arm around the front of her torso, and watched. Curious. She hadn't realized before, perhaps because she had been consciously pushing down memories of the other Order last they met, but some of his mannerisms reminded her of Madine...not that she ever made tea quite like that.

She was pulled back into this corner of the galaxy by Celeste's gentle voice. Ahh, something to do. Breaks were nice in their own ways, but so was activity. Plus, it was easier to stay awake that way when one was sorely missing their mattress. With a nod, Prennis straightened and stepped forward to set her mug on the table near the chief healer. "Certainly," was all she felt the need to say before readjusting the stethoscope around her neck and moving back into the outer unit.

In the following seconds, she was in the waiting room, and it wasn't at all hard to find the aforementioned patient. She was the only person in the room on the other side of the reception desk, and, by a quick glance, looked to be of average weight for a not-average height. "Ma'am?" Prennis called out.

 

[Tyra Ashen]

Tyra straightened up, much to the dismay of her ribs, when she heard someone calling to her. Standing by the reception counter was a nurse waiting patiently for her. Carefully, the Valkyri stood to her full height of six and a half feet.

With her right hand still holding a thick cloth around the injury to her left forearm. She made her way over to the nurse. "Yes?"

[member="Prennis Keeoli"]

 

[Masaru Varga]

Masaru walked into the hall of healings waiting room, taking notice of two people. One who seemed to be a patient who was obviously in pain and a doctor who was calling her in. The mercenary had just gotten back from a bothersome contract tracking down a criminal and didn't have enough supplies to tend to all of his wounds on the way back home.

The criminal and his gang weren't too skilled, just a bunch of lowlifes who enjoyed picking on the weak. Even so, there were enough of them to jump the mercenary and attempt to bring him down. It resulted in their capture and bruises for them to remember, but also some cuts and bruises on the mercenaries arms and body. They were mostly minor but could be patched up nonetheless.

Eventually, Masaru sat down, seeing no reason not to get patched up. His wounds would heal on their own for sure, but it would be better to be checked and possibly be healed so that he can jump back into battle if he needs to, without any bothersome injuries.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat rushed into the ward, still trying to tie her hair up in a tight, high bun. Bangs dangled either side of her face. In her mouth was a meaty, delicious yet greasy delight. There had been a local vendor not far from her house on her trip to the ward and she could not help herself to the delicious yet very unhealthy breakfast. Finishing the hair bun, she grabbed her sandwich and quickly made short work of the wood. It was so good that Kat felt a high on the food, entering the changing rooms of the staff area. Kat quickly changed into her scrubs, today she was going to learn how to heal people. It felt like an odd power to learn, Kat didn't think it would be practical in battle she wasn't going to surrender a chance to learn something new. Washing her face with water of grease, she then spent a good few minutes cleaning her hands and putting some clothes on. There likely to be some infections that she would have to deal with and she was not touching them without gloves.

Looking around, Kat wondered who she needed to speak with. She had signed up on a whim to learn some healing powers, but then realised, she didn't really know much in Force Healing. Spotting Master Rigel, she sighed with relief, that was a familiar face at least. She made her way over to Master Rigel, and tapped her on the shoulder, "Hey Master Rigel. Urm, its Kat Decoria, not sure if you recognise me but I am here to learn how to use Force Heal and then help out in healing some of the patients here?" There was a bit of nerves to Kat, when she realised that everyone else around here either knew what they were doing or at least knew the basics. Kat could patch up minor wounds with band aids and such but really helping people was not in her wheelhouse.

[member="Celeste Rigel"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tags: [member="Tyra Ashen"] | [member="Masaru Varga"] }​

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"This way," Prennis answered as she pushed the swing door to the unit open behind her and stepped back to hold it with the weight of her body. Then her gaze caught onto the newcomer. "I'll be right back, sir."

Turning her attention back to Tyra, Prennis lead her down a short hall into the med-surg unit, and then likewise ushered her into the nearest open treatment room. "Have a seat," she invited, gesturing at the exam table. "I'm Prennis; I'll be your nurse today," she began as she rotated her left arm to be able to take some notes on the mounted datapad. But then she stopped to gingerly take hold of the Valkyri's wrapped arm. "May I?" As she revealed the wound, she would ask what happened. At the conclusion of the tale: "I see. Well, I can give you stitches right now or I can fetch you a Jedi. Which would you prefer?"

It seemed like a strange choice. It did even to Prenn before she had discovered why it was one. Some beings felt more discomfort--though not necessarily pain--when they were healed with the Force, especially if they weren't used to it. And similarly, others trusted traditional medicine more.

 

[Tyra Ashen]

Tyra followed [member="Prennis Keeoli"] into the med-surg unit, where she sat down on the exam table. She removed the wrap on her arm and let Prennis examine it. "Well, someone dropped off a malfunctioning pit droid at the forge. Must have thought that I could fix it or something. Stupid thing took me by surprise when it acted up. Got me pretty good in the ribs, and the gash came from the resulting fight with it."

She thought for a moment on how she wanted the injuries healed. Where she grew up, they used more traditional healing and she really didn't want to take up to much of anyone's time. "I'll go with stitches for the arm. Not sure what to do with the ribs, though."

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Tyra Ashen"] }​

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"Alright," the nurse said, moving to press gently on Tyra's ribs. "I'll step out to get a suture tray ready, but let's check out your ribs first." She didn't feel any bone shards, at least not near the surface of the skin, which was a good sign. "Sorry. How's the pain from 1 to 10?" Before she could be answered, Prennis dropped her right hand and rose her left to hover over Tyra's stomach. When she had made a full sweep of the area, the medical sensors let out a small beep, notifying Prenn that they had identified the ailment.

She let a small smile slide as she glanced over the attached datapad, displaying the scan's results in aurebesh. Voph sure knew his tech.

"It looks like a bruised rib, Miss," she announced. "I'll grab you a cold compress as well. Are you able to breathe alright?"

 

[Jasper Candos]

[member="Celeste Rigel"] [member="Prennis Keeoli"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Tyra Ashen"][member="Kat Decoria"]

Current location: Halls of Healing; Main Lobby

Candos went into the Halls of healing curious as to what he would expect coming into the area and what he would learn coming out. Jasper wasn’t hurt in any pyschial form whatsoever but he was a bit worried with thoughts of him becoming an injured force sensitive with reasons that he had found with the past couple of weeks. Granted, he knew that he was a very careful person and that if anything were to happen to him than he will get back to full health within the Halls of healing. But he was concerned with a few things that been giving him some trouble thinking when trying to focus on his force training. Entering the main halls and taking a look around the area Jasper, in a way was surprised with how the place good, but also wasn’t surprised since he figured that since the rest of the temple looked good, the Halls of healing should be as well. His home planet didn’t had a place like this of course, there were only clinic as far as he can remember in the town he grew up in, but the city nearby did have a hospital however. He went inside It a few times for reasons he didn’t wanted to think about and quickly got them out of his mind.

His plan for going into the area was simple if you knew him: information. Anything that he uses in the future just in case something bad were to happen to him while on the temple. He realized that the odds of him getting serious hurt or worse was slim to none. The classes were, as far as we knew, okay in terms of teaching and practicing different things without being too hurt to the point of needed to go to the Halls, but his learning f the history of the Jedi and the Sith made him all to aware that the whole temple could be under siege one day and he wanted to be ready when it happen in the form of knowing the information of the doctors and medical supplies that are here. With that information he could fell a bit better when he gets hurt and must come here for medical aid.
Hopefully, it won’t to it soon.

Walking through the main halls, he took glance of the different people in the area. He notices that some of them of just minding their own business and taking a few glances at him for a few milliseconds before going back to what they were doing and continued walking through the area. Trying to find some way of getting information on the Halls.

 

[Tyra Ashen]

Tyra held her breath for a moment when [member="Prennis Keeoli"] placed a hand on her ribs. "On a scale of one to ten. I would say a four or five. Not terrible, just bothersome when I turn the wrong way or take to deep of a breath."

She was glad to hear that her ribs weren't broken. Bruised ones still hurt though. "Breathing isn't terrible, just can't to deep of breaths."

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste finished off her croissant and gave [member="Hyonu Ye"] a few moments of silence to tuck into his tea. Someday, she'd have to try his concoction to see just how it compared to the brew in her own cup. She gave Doctor Ye a small wave as she walked out of the lounge, unsure if he'd noticed.

It wasn't long before she felt a hand tap her shoulder. Turning, she was pleasantly surprised to see [member="Kat Decoria"] standing there. “Of course I remember you,” She said, smiling. Indeed she recalled taking the younglings to the circus, of all places, and she'd been very thankful for the help that Kat and Rose had provided in watching the little ones.

“Oh?” She arched a brow. It was always nice to have students that were eager to learn the art of healing. It was a very useful skill, she had to admit. “Glad to have you here today, it seems we're a bit short staffed.”

Celeste motioned for Kat to come along, and she took her down the long hallway that led towards the main lobby. She paused at a supply cabinet and pulled out a clean set of scrubs and handed them over. “Here, you'll need these. The locker rooms are just that way – I'll wait for you in the lobby.”

After pointing Kat in the direction of the locker room, she made her way out towards the entrance. So far, things were still manageable. There was one man, [member="Masaru Varga"], waiting for treatment. And, young [member="Jasper Candos"] – though, she couldn't sense any injuries straight away.

“Jasper,” She spoke with a smile, “Can I help you?”

 

[Eugen Aker]

A very exasperated Jyoti arrived to the emergency room with a limping Padawan leaning against her. He tried to put up a tough guy act to save himself from further embarrassment, but with each assisted step, the young teen whimpered, blue eyes dewy with moisture. Most of his thigh was bandaged up from hip to knee, a few ruddy splotches showing through the white material.

An attentive nurse rushed over to them only a few steps through the door, saving the Padawan a painful journey to the front desk.

"Oh goodness, what happened?" the male Amaran asked.

The Echani gave the boy a chance to speak for himself, but he was only willing to provide a quivering bottom lip.

"Training accident," she piped up. "Padawan Wain suffered a self-inflicted laceration by a lightsaber diagonally across the thigh, maybe about 2 or 3 centimeters deep. Thankfully, no arteries were cut, but he's suffered extensive nerve damage, and serious burns to skin and underlying tissue. We gave him a bacta shot to stave off shock and stabilize his condition, but it didn't help much with most of the laceration already being cauterized by the blade. That was about 30 minutes ago? After administering first aid I rushed him here as quickly as I could by speeder."

The Amaran nodded along, making some notes on a datapad, the he turned his attention back to the Padawan when she was done.

"Lightsabers are nasty business if I do say so. It was only last week we had someone come in with half their hand lopped off! Okay, thank you. Now, let's get you on stretcher. We don't want to put any more stress on that leg." He waved for one of the droids to come forward with a repulsor bed.

The Padawan let out an audible groan as Jyoti and the nurse gingerly laid him on the bed.

"Thank you..." Wain finally managed after collapsing flat.

She sighed and caressed his shoulder. She was so glad she didn't have to worry about Charlie being so reckless. As a Padawan, her daughter had always been much more cautious and obedient.

"Excuse me, would you mind if I accompanied Wain as he receives treatment?"

"Hmm. I don't think that should be a problem." the droid began to push the Wain down the hall and the Amaran motioned for her to follow. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Jyoti Nooran, sir."

"Jyoti Nooran..." he slowly repeated to himself while tapping the edge of his datapad. "Oooh, Grandmaster?! Or were, rather. Ha ha, don't call me sir, I should be honoring you."

She chuckled. "Please, those days are long behind me. I'm just here visiting with my daughter."

"Oh sure sure, in any case, I'm happy to see you back all the same."

"Happy to be back."

((Open to interactions helping to get my Padawan NPC sorted. I may toss out a one or two other NPCs with some interesting cases to solve, we'll see how it goes. ^^))

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[member="Tyra Ashen"] [member="Jasper Candos"] [member="Prennis Keeoli"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Masaru Varga"] [member="Celeste Rigel"] [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Tyra Ashen"] }​

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Prenn pursed her lips. A 4 or 5. "Well, I can prescribe a painkiller," she said. And she still could, as a nurse practitioner. "Just in case. Think about it." With that, she took her leave, shutting the door behind her and making her way to the unit's supply room. It took her only a few minutes to make a tray, as she had been quick to adapt to her new workplace: a variety of suture tools, a pair of mesh gloves, a roll of synthflesh in Tyra's color (she checked the shade on her datapad), an antiseptic solution and topical anesthetic (avoiding any allergies her sensors had found, if any), and pack of ice. She slung a cloth rib brace over her shoulder before leaving for the exam room again.

She entered, using her back to push into the room. "Here you are." As she moved to the opposite side of the room, Prennis paused to hand Tyra the ice and compress. "My scanners say the bruise is on your left." Transferring the tray to one hand, Prenn rolled the duraplast trolley away from the wall and, after pulling down the table, set down her tools. She rolled it over to the exam table, where she took up a comfortable position at Tyra's side. Pulling on the gloves, she explained, "I'm going to numb the wound before I clean it, but this will still hurt a little bit."

As she said, Prennis began by numbing the skin around the wound, but also the skin inside of it, which is what would hurt. Nothing afterwords would, though. She then carefully sterilized the wound before beginning stitching. She used a simple technique, thinking it best, and administered 17 sutures in total. She hid them with a length of trimmed synthflesh that would promote healing.

 

[Ye Hyonu]

Hyonu gave Celeste a smile and waved his little mug in the air. There was a science to almost everything that he did. It helped the man with his precision and perfection. At least there was no one here to interrupt his tea making or make a comment teasing him about it. Grunting softly, he tried to push back any memories of a certain someone who found it entertaining to ruffle his feathers. He knew if he spoke the woman’s name she may magically appear usually happened that way anyways.

The lull and the quiet of the lounge were changing, which meant it was time for work. Carefully, Hyonu rinsed and tucked away his experiment and adjusted his tie. The careful Winsor knot tucked perfectly in the slight opening of his button up shirt, perfect. Tea finished, mug rinsed, the doctor grabbed his tablet and moved out of the lounge following Celeste and Nurse Keeoli. The man nodded in the nurse’s direction as she tended to the patient she was asked to check in.

A finger dragged along the tablet as he ran through his daily schedule, it seemed he had a few things scheduled but nothing to intense. A hand patted his lips in thought, until he felt the rush from an Amaran nurse who moved past him. Hyonu looked up and watched interaction of the Nurse, an Echani, and the padawan. Adjusting his tie again he wandered over as the boy was put into the bed. Walking over he smiled and nodded, he had caught wind of what was explained and looked down at the wounds. “Let’s get him into a room, then help ease the pain for him, while we get everything set up.” Hyonu did his best to smile towards the boy. “You’ll be patched up soon.” The kind words and tone of his voice didn’t help ease the awkwardness in the smile the doctor gave him.

“Take him to one of the open rooms, I think 8 is open.” Hyonu spoke quickly as he looked around catching Celeste talking to another padawan who had a reputation for his thirst of knowledge. He had wondered when Jasper was going to show up wanting to learn more, Hyonu was fine teaching and patching up the padawan would be a good start – but it seemed that Celeste was the first to greet Jasper. Eyes met with the woman that brought the padawan in. Another smile, less awkward this time as Hyonu had a chance to meet Master Nooran before this time. “Good to see you again Master Nooran. Any knowledge if the boy has allergies to any pain medication or antibiotics?”

[member="Prennis Keeoli"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Celeste Rigel"] [member="Tyra Ashen"] [member="Jasper Candos"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Masaru Varga"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

As Wain was pushed along, one of the resident doctors responded, Doctor Ye. She remembered him from the time that Draven had his come through the infirmary year ago. As she thought about it, there were quite a similarities she had noticed between Wain and Draven.

That didn't bode well for his future.

She brightened as he introduced himself, extending a hand.

"Doctor Ye, it's a pleasure to meet you again. I really can't say, he's not actually my apprentice, just someone I came across during my morning walk. He didn't appear to have an adverse reactions to the bacta injection though. I apologize that I can't be more helpful, I'm really just here for morale support at this point."

She glanced over at Wain, who offered her a sheepish smile.

"No allergies that I know of, sir," he wheezed.

Jyoti nodded, then looked back at Ye. "Do you mind if I remained and observed your work? The medical arts have never been my forte, but it's a topic I've always been curious about. This whole facility is amazing, by the way. Much of it was still under construction during my tenure."

[member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Ye Hyonu]

Hearing that he was remembered made the corners of his lips curl into a smile. It was nice, but there were other things more important. Nodding at her words, Hyonu made small notes on the padawan. The Jedi wasn't his Master so it would probably be a good idea to find out the boy's master and explain the situation to them. For now, taking care of him was top priority.

Finding themselves now in the closed exam room, Hyonu waved Jyoti on and once more nodded answering her inquiry. "Of course. Healing came along with my preferred interest - runs in the family." He spoke a little quick as he looked towards the nurse and handed the small tablet over.

"Pain meds and-" he paused and looked at the wound that was wrapped to help protect it. "You're a lucky guy here, Padawan." Hyonu turned and washed his hands, his head gesture indicated he wanted Jyoti to wash hers as well.

"Master Nooran, can you please assist me with cleaning his wound. I always believe in a hands on experience. Also we are a bit short handed."

Shaking his hands, he dried them with a sanatized towel and then pulled on a pair of gloves. "First thing, we are going to get you hooked up to some pain meds, then begin cleaning things out." The nurse returned with a few needles and a couple of pain pills. Handing the padawan water and the pills, he handed Hyonu the row of syringes.

"Master Nooran, can you hold these while I unwrap his bandages.?" Hyonu sat and rolled over to the bed on a stool, upon his face as if magic a pair of thick black rimmed glasses slid down his nose slightly as he focused.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]